Imogen
There’s that new Japanese restaurant opening I want to go to
Imogen
Is that okay?
Sure
Imogen
Great
Imogen
I’ll make a reservation
7?
Imogen
Yes
Sienna
See you then xx
Imogen
Tell Tag we said hiiii x
Ilock my phone and stuff it into my desk drawer, ignoring the pain that slices through my heart at the mention of Tag.
I haven’t been able to bring myself to tell these two about me and Tag. It’s not likenottelling them is going to make it any less real.
But it’s better this way.
Since Tag and I ended things, life has been quiet. Orderly.
I know what every minute of each day will bring. Exactly what I need.
Shuffling a stack of papers around on my desk, I try to get my head back into the reports I’m working on. The numbers are blending together.
I can’t focus. Why can’t I focus? Things are supposed to be easier now that my life is back on track. My five-year plan is exactly what I want.
Then why do I feel so terrible?
Resigning myself to not getting any work done today, I send an email to my boss letting him know I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off and head home.
Another thing that is unlike me.
Since I started work, I have never taken a day off, other than the one I spent with Natalie. Even when I was feeling under the weather, I would answer emails from home.
I never wanted people to think they couldn’t rely on me.
I blow out a breath as I slip into my coat and wrap my scarf around my neck. A cold, biting wind has its fingers in the weather, and I hate it.
I bow my head as I walk straight into it.
